8.30.2011

8.29.2011

I sing to myself as I bike to and from work. It's improvisational, generally a verbalization of what I see along the way. I like to think of it as a feed-back loop of the now, though it may not be as present-centric as all that.

This is nothing new. I believe I initiated the practice as a way to relieve stress when I commuted from the east side along John Nolen, which tended to be hairier, more bike revolutionaries (of which I am not one) facing off against the motor tide. Singing about the antics and the idiocy somehow kept them from getting tangled in my muscles and moods.

And, I developed such songs as the homopunk masterpiece chik-in hol.

I've kept it up. Witness a July 2 tweet--

BalletArthritiq: Yesterday's pm bike commute, I rode behind a guy with the most amazing ass. I sang to it all the way home.